Voslar: After everything you had reverently told Fluttershy about the taste of her, the niggling little thought in the back of her head simply would not go away. She was usually able to ignore it. When you were around, or she was busy tending her animals, or spending time with her friends, it was easy. But sometimes, alone in her bed at night, it would keep her up for hours... until one evening, she simply could not help her curiosity any longer.
As the first spurt hit her taste buds, Fluttershy could only groan, in equal parts pleasure... and dismay, at what she was sure the future would now hold. You had been very, very right.
As the first spurt hit her taste buds, Fluttershy could only groan, in equal parts pleasure... and dismay, at what she was sure the future would now hold. You had been very, very right.